Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 457 Killing You Like Killing a Chicken

"Come on, Papa!"

"Dad is great!"

Only the two little ones have gotten used to it, clapping their little hands and applauding happily for Dad.

"Boy, I will kill you today!"

Master Qingyang who came back to his senses gritted his teeth and took out a small black gourd from his body.

He reached out to pull out the stopper of the gourd, and a plume of black smoke floated out of it instantly. After reaching the outside, the black smoke spread rapidly, and immediately turned into a dense black mist.

The black mist exudes a strong evil spirit, and even the grass on the ground turns yellow instantly where it passes.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Before the bodyguards who were knocked down by Song Haotian had time to leave, they were submerged in the black mist and howled miserably. Afterwards, only dry bones remained.

Seeing this scene, Qian Moli and the others were horrified, they didn't expect the old-fashioned technique to be so vicious.

"Boy, be afraid now. This is the treasure we specially left behind. Even if you are a magic master, it is useless. You will definitely die today."

At this moment, Master Qingyang's face is ferocious, and his whole body is full of evil spirits. He doesn't even have the slightest appearance of immortality.

"Pearls of rice grains dare to shine."

As the God Emperor of Haotian, how could Song Haotian take such magic skills seriously? With a flick of his fingers, a flame the size of a ping-pong ball burst out out of thin air, and a dark green light radiated in the night sky.

Fire can suppress evil, and it is extremely high-temperature pill fire. After touching the pill fire, it is like encountering a nemesis, and it is immediately burned into a mass of nothingness.

The black mist turned around as if it was alive and was about to escape, but it was a pity that Song Haotian would not give it this chance.

Gently twirling his fingers, he pinched a formula, and the ball of pill fire quickly exploded into a huge ball of flames, like the sun in the night sky, and then suddenly turned into a huge fire net to surround the whole ball of black mist.

"what……"

Amid the astonished eyes of everyone, there was a shrill howl from within the black mist, and then it was completely burned by the huge fire net.

"This……"

Master Qingyang hadn't figured out what was going on, the black gourd in his hand exploded with a bang and turned into a ball of flames.

"Forgive me..."

Seeing that things were going badly, he wanted to bow his head and beg for mercy, but the moment he yelled two words, he was engulfed by the fire all over the sky, and he was burned to nothing in the blink of an eye.

Song Haotian waved his hand, the flames all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and the night sky became calm again.

"Uh……"

Shang Kewei and Qian Moli both reached out to caress their towering chests at the same time. The scene just now had twists and turns, and they were terrified watching it.

The final result was completely beyond people's expectations. No one thought that the real Qingyang, who was famous in Paradise City, would die at the hands of a young man in his twenties.

Song Haotian turned his head to look at Sun Zhan: "If there is any other means, just use it."

"I……"

Sun Zhan never expected Master Qingyang to die like this.

"Boy, don't be arrogant, do you think our Sun family is so easy to deal with?"

He clapped his hands and shouted behind him: "Elder Sikong, how long are you going to wait to make a move?"

As soon as the words fell, a thin figure came out from the darkness, it was an old man in his 70s or [-]s.

The old man is not tall, but his face is full of pride. He is Si Kongming, one of the two elders of the Sun family.

As a first-class family in Paradise City, the Sun family has two elders, one is with the head of the family, and the other is responsible for guarding Sun Zhan, the heir of the family.

"Young master, don't panic if there is an old man around."

Si Kongming came to Song Haotian as he spoke, and said very proudly: "Young man, I have to say that it is really rare for you to achieve this level of cultivation at this age, and it is a rare double cultivation of magic and magic that is rare in a hundred years.

It's a pity that you are too arrogant to become an enemy of the Sun family. You are doomed to die today. "

Song Haotian said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, either do it or get out."

"Young man, it seems that you are really ignorant, do you dare to be arrogant to this old man just because you have a profound level of perfection?" Sikong Ming laughed wantonly, "Haven't you heard that all the masters are ants, and in front of the old man? You are nothing more than a stronger ant.

As long as the old man is willing, he can slap you to death anytime. "

"Grandmaster, you dare to call yourself a master?"

Song Haotian looked disdainful, he had already seen the other party's cultivation clearly, at most he was at the early stage of the earth rank, how dare this kind of person call himself a master?
Si Kongming didn't know this, and said arrogantly: "It seems that you don't know that the old man's cultivation has reached the legendary level, which is far beyond what you can compare with a mysterious level."

After he finished speaking, his true energy was instantly released, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura.

Originally, he wanted to suppress the opponent with his own cultivation, but Song Haotian shook his head helplessly.

It seems that the Martial Arts on Earth has declined, and he even dared to call himself a master with an earth-level cultivation base. You must know that in the cultivation world, the people who swept the floor in front of his door were all heaven-level powerhouses.

"Boy, how dare you despise the old man."

Sensing his disdain, Sikong Ming suddenly flew into a rage, raised his hand and slapped him.

The strong man of the earth level made a move with astonishing momentum, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder with his fist.

Song Haotian wanted to see what level of cultivation the opponent had reached, so he didn't dodge, and raised his hand to meet him.

The two palms touched each other, making a muffled bang, and then Song Haotian was shaken and flew backwards seven or eight meters. With a turn of his body, he flipped and landed on both feet.

"Boy, you really have some skills, you can take the old man's palm."

Si Kongming said this, but his face was full of complacency. In his opinion, he had completely controlled the situation.

Although the other party's cultivation base is good, but it is only in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Xuan level, and it is completely incomparable with him.

Sun Zhan exclaimed triumphantly, "My surname is Song, look at how arrogant you are, you never thought I would have a master guarding me?"

Song Haotian shook his head: "Dare to call yourself a master with this kind of cultivation, it really insults the word master."

"court death!"

Si Kongming's expression darkened, he didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant after seeing his cultivation.

Then his feet touched the ground, and he flew up into the air, like a big bird pounced towards Song Haotian.

"Vajra Palm!"

With a loud shout, his hands turned into palm shadows all over the sky and smashed towards them.

In his opinion, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to accept his move, but at this moment, a sudden powerful momentum came towards him, oppressing him almost out of breath.

"This... this is the Great Perfection!"

Si Kongming was scared out of his wits at this moment, he never dreamed that the young man in front of him would have such a high level of cultivation.

He wanted to escape, but it was too late at this moment, only to see a big hand appearing in front of him, and then grabbed his neck fiercely.

Song Haotian has just taken the Explosive Yuan Pill, and his cultivation level has increased by a large level at this moment, reaching the peak state of the ground level. It is not too easy to deal with a Sikong Ming

"A small early stage dares to be arrogant in front of me, I will kill you like a chicken!"

Song Haotian's eyes flashed coldly, and then he snapped the opponent's neck with a snap.

Sikong Ming's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't figure it out until his death, how could the other party be so powerful when he was only in his twenties?
(End of this chapter)